Imagine us all sitting around the table:
Fletcher (giggling): I farted
Me: Fletcher, please stop that’s not appropriate
Fletcher (giggling still): I farted again
Fletcher: I can’t it’s my instincts. Get it “my in stinks”
I wish there was a sense of humor milestone at the pediatrician’s office. Fletch would be in the 100th percentile. Of course, his subject matter (farts) and his venue (the dinner table) leave a bit to be desired but he’s a boy what are you gonna do.
He’s six years old today and next month he’ll go to Kindergarten. When you see him it’s not hard to believe that he’s so old but I cannot believe how fast the time has gone or how much he’s changed. I don’t think he would say its been his best year. Having three little brothers is still not always fun and moving away from a neighborhood and town full of friends was less fun still. Even with all that he is as loving and caring as always. This summer he’s been concentrating on swimming (easier said than done when you’re so skinny the lifeguards say you’re a “sinker”) and visiting with Great.
Cannot wait to see what wonderfulness Fletcher will bring into our lives in the next year. Happy Birthday, Fletch!